Ode to Invented Melancholy

Valediction

Daunted by the energy that might be unleashed
were I to concentrate on the supposed task -
of what it might subtract, exact and adulterate; and of
the gagging staleness that could issue forth, if finally
penetrated, from something  so long suppressed.
Succumbing instead to these afternoons of claustrophobic
wandering and restless prostration. Committed, only
to non-commitment. Driven, only to distraction.

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